The Lynches

by Mitchie

©2019 by Mitchie

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: UAlbanyGirl aka Michelle Lynch was more commonly known as Mitchie. Bursting on the scene in early 2019, she was young, flirtatious, bright and energetic. It didn't take long before I made her a site Moderator, and then eventually she earned a position as an Admin. When not welcoming others to the site and doing normal admin work, Mitchie was busy writing. Having anonymous competitions forced her to rely upon her writing prowess rather than garnering votes through popularity, and garner votes she did, winning quite a few of them in her short tenure, including get one series voted into our Hall of Fame. Sadly, for us, she had to leave to begin a new journey (marriage, children), a loss to our writing community, but we know she will be a terrific wife and mom, and wish her the best of luck. As a parting gift, she gave permission for us to publish her work and donate proceeds to our site. Mitchie, we salute you!

Chapter 1

The morning found Michelle in the same position as when she fell asleep the night before. Naked, in the fetal position, both hands tucked between her thighs, dreaming out her father. Her recent work schedule had her waking naturally at 6:30 am, even though she had been up late the night before, listening to her parents fuck in the adjoining room and masturbating herself along with them.

The memory of the powerful orgasms she experienced the night before caused Michelle to blush as she remembered the source of the increased sexual intensity, which was thoughts of her dad's cock plunging in and out of her young vagina, as she could hear him doing to her mom, though the thin wall. These memories also caused her pussy to moisten, and she lazily ran the pad of her thumb over her awakening clit.

"Wake up, sleepy head," sang out Michelle's father while rapping on her bedroom door, shaking the last bits of sleep from her, "I've got a surprise for you."

"Probably not the surprise I'm looking for," joked Michelle to herself as she picked up the camisole that she had discarded the prior evening off the floor and pulled it over her head. "It's open for you," she called to her father, giggling at the double entendre, as she traced her finger through her wet pussy lips before pulling the covers up to her chin.

John Lynch walked into his daughter's room, still in his usual sleepwear, a pair of flannel pajama pants and his well-worn 2009 Yankee World Champions tee shirt, which was faded from multiple washings and had holes under the arms. Michelle's mother loved that shirt at first because it replaced the 1996 Yankee World Champions tee shirt that was the prior part of his sleeping ensemble, which was even in worse condition than the '09 version that he wore today. While her mother was ambivalent about sports, she always rooted for another Yankee World Championship, if only to get her husband to stop wearing that ratty tee shirt to bed.

In one hand, Michelle's father held a hot cup of coffee, light and sweet, and in the other, he held a white envelope. Michelle smiled to herself as she let her eyes drop to his waist, and was sure she could see his flaccid cock bouncing inside his pants leg as he walked toward her bed. She fought the urge to rub her pussy once more and scooted toward the wall, so her dad could sit on the edge of her bed.

"Thank you," Michelle said enthusiastically, as she took the mug from him and drank a large sip of the hot coffee. "So what's this?" she asked, as she put down the mug and flipped the blank white envelope over and back.

"Well, open it and find out!" teased her father.

Michelle ripped open the envelope and gave her father a look at Derek Jeter's face on the cover of the card. Her lifelong crush on the Yankee Captain was a well-known fact in the Lynch household. Opening the card, two tickets fell onto the bedspread as she read the handwritten note, "Congratulations on your new job. Love Mom & Dad"

"I didn't want to say anything until I knew these were going to come through," explained her father, as Michelle picked up the tickets from her lap and read them.

"OH MY GOD!" Michelle shrieked as she sprung up in the bed and hugged her father tightly around the neck, pressing her pert breasts into his chest, "Yankees-Red Sox...TODAY...at One O'Clock??!!"

"So I'm guessing you like the gift," joked John Lynch, pretending to struggle for breath, as his daughter still hugged him tightly around the neck and was kissing his cheek, repeating 'thank you, thank you, thank you!' John reached down and surreptitiously adjusted his hardening cock, as he could feel the points of Michelle's nipples pressing into his chest, and peeked at her exposed midriff, revealed when the sheets fell off her as she sat up to hug him.

"Hey, don't forget you two are related," joked Michelle's mother, who was standing in the doorway, sipping her tea, while enjoying the reaction that both parents knew they would get from Michelle with this special gift.

John Lynch was an avid Yankees fan, and raised his only child, Michelle, to love and support the team as well. Each summer for as long as she could remember, John and Michelle would make the day trip to Yankee Stadium to see a game, but they never had been able to get tickets before for the hated rivals from Boston.

"You know the drill," said Michelle's dad, while crossing his leg to hide his growing erection from the extended contact with his daughter, resulting in a disapproving look from his wife. "It's a two-and-a-half-hour drive to Yonkers and then an hour on the subway to The Stadium, so we'll have to leave here by nine for the one o'clock game."

John Lynch hated traffic, especially trying to get out of crowded parking lots after a concert or sporting event, so he alway parked in the public lot at Yonkers, and took the MTA into the City. He also liked to get to the game at least an hour early, to watch warm ups and walk through Monument Park, and relive the thrilling history of his favorite baseball team.

"Okay, Daddy," Michelle said, giving him one last kiss on his cheek, before he stood and joined his wife in the doorway. "Thank you too mommy," Michelle added, while pulling the bed sheets back up to her chest, after noticing that the top of her landing strip could be seen after her father got up from her bed.

As her parents closed her bedroom door behind them, Michelle kicked off her covers and started rubbing her clit, excited at the wonderful gift and the thought of spending the day with her father, and by what she was sure was a hard-on, that she detected in her father's pajama pants, after their elongated hug. Michelle's orgasm came upon her quickly, and she allowed herself a few minutes of afterglow, still thinking about her father's hard-on, before jumping in the shower to get ready for the game.

It was going to be a warm day, so Michelle pulled out a pair of white yoga pants and her authentic pinstriped Derek Jeter #2 jersey that her parents had bought for her last Christmas. Deciding to see how much she could tease her father, Michelle pulled on the yoga pants without panties and admired the way the thin lycra material clung to the firm globes of her ass. Turning back to face the mirror, she could see the outline of the dark patch of hair that she left above her clit, and giggled at the thought of showing it off to her father.

She slipped into the jersey and buttoned it up over her braless chest, the thick material hiding the bumps of her constantly erect nipples. Twisting from side to side, she saw how the tails of the jersey covered the front and back of her yoga pants. She knew she'd get by her mother's usual outfit inspection each time she left the house. Finally, she pulled her brown hair into a tight ponytail, snaked it through the opening in the back of her favorite Yankee cap, grabbed the tickets, and bounded down the stairs to the kitchen to join her parents for breakfast.

John Lynch was dressed in a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a navy blue Yankee logo polo shirt and wore the same favorite hat as Michelle, mementos from their Stadium trip three years prior. He drew in a sharp gasp of breath as the 5-foot-3 Michelle reached up to the top shelf to get a glass for juice, which caused the tail of her Jeter Jersey to raise above her tightly lycra-encased ass, no signs of panty lines anywhere to be seen.

To Michelle, the trip to Yonkers when by in a flash as she sat sideways in the passenger seat, telling her father all about her new job and the people she worked with, strategically leaving out the details of secretly watching her boss, Julie, fuck her husband J.J., while pretending to be Michelle, and Michelle sucking J.J.'s cock later that evening.

Chapter 2

To her father, the trip was excruciatingly long, as he had to manage his hard-on by continually shifting in his seat while periodically looking over at his daughter as she excitedly recounted the inner workings of Smith & McGill. With the way Michelle sat sideways in her seat, her left leg bent and tucked under her butt, the lycra stretched even more tightly against her crotch, and the outline of her bare pussy was making a prominent "camel toe" in the material. To make matters even worse (or better?), the gaps between the buttons of her Jeter Jersey would sometimes gape as she moved her arms to accentuate different parts of the story, giving her father an eyeful of her naked 34B breasts as they jiggled beneath the pinstriped material.

As they boarded the mostly empty train, things got no better (much better?) for John Lynch, as Michelle sat in the seat opposite him, now with both legs tucked under her butt, again showing off her "camel toe" and the motion of the train causing her braless breasts to jiggle rhythmically within her jersey.

He was never so happy for the four-block walk from the train station to the Stadium, and finally felt his cock return to normal as they passed through the turnstiles into "the house that Ruth built."

The game was classic Yankees-Red Sox, as these two teams always played each other hard, regardless of their record or standings within the division. Taking Michelle to the games as an adult was even more fun for John and a little more expensive, as they both enjoyed a stadium dog, hot pretzel, and a few beers through the game. There were several lead changes and close plays, and each time something good would happen, Michelle would jump up and down and high-five her father, causing him much more excitement than the action on the field. The game ended with a 2-run home run by the Yankees in the bottom of the 9th, breaking the 4-4 tie, and Michelle and John left quickly for the MTA station, as the last train heading North departed 30 minutes after the end of the game.

The early evening air had turned cold after the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and John hugged his daughter to his body as they walked to the station, with the throng of people also trying to catch the last train North. They were able to get on the train, but it was standing room only, and the diminutive Michelle had trouble reaching the hand strap to maintain her balance, her jersey lifting above the waistline of her yoga pants, exposing her seemingly naked ass. Her father stood closely behind her, one hand around her waist and the other holding the hand strap as the overcrowded train headed out of the station.

The tight conditions, and rhythm of the train, were causing Michelle's ass to rub against the front of her father's shorts, and she could feel his erection growing. She blushed to herself at the naughtiness of the act and placed her other hand over her father's, which was wrapped across her abdomen, holding her at the rib cage.

As the train slowed as it neared the first station, inertia pushed John more tightly to Michelle, and his cock was enveloped between the firm globes of her ass. The train then lurched when coming to a full stop, which caused John's hand to slide up and cover his daughter's left breast as inertia pushed her back against him.

Michelle felt her father's cock twitch as his hand covered her breast, and she swallowed a moan at the sudden stimulation on her hard nipple.

"Sorry about that hun," apologized her father from behind her, as they both shifted their positions, and he returned his hand to her side.

"It's okay, Daddy, it was an accident," Michelle replied, once again covering his hand with hers and gently nudging it higher until she felt their hands at the underside of her breast. She was secretly loving the close contact with her father and wished she could lower her hand to feel how wet it was making her pussy.

Each time the train pulled into a station, the scene replayed itself, with John pushing hard against Michelle's ass and then his hand slipping to her breast as the train lurched to a halt, and she pressed back against him.

"Ruth, Mantle, Berra," John Smith mentally tried to recite the Yankee Hall of Famers, as he knew there were six more stops before Yonkers, and needed to do something to keep from cumming in his pants, from the close contact with his 22-year old daughter.

After the third time, the apologies stopped, and Michelle felt her father's hand linger a bit longer over her breast at each occurrence, the latest time feeling a small pinch of her nipple between his index and middle finger, which caused her pussy to dampen even more.

The train was about half empty by now, but the father and daughter remained standing tightly together, both concerned about exposing potential wet spots on their pants if they broke apart and took advantage of any of the empty seats.

As the train pulled into the Yonkers station, both John and Michelle were eagerly anticipating the "accidental" tit grope, and each enjoyed it to the fullest when it actually happened.

Michelle turned to face her father, teasingly rubbing her ass cheek across the tent in his khaki shorts and standing on her tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, hugging her small frame to his 6-foot body. "This has been the best trip yet."

They climbed into the car and started out on the two-and-a-half-hour drive back to Albany. Once again, Michelle tucked her left leg under her butt and leaned back against the passenger door, and nodded off in the moving car. John would steal a glance at his sleeping daughter each time the headlights of a passing vehicle would illuminate the interior of the car.

Just as they passed the Rest Area exit, as if her bladder could sense the blue Thruway sign, Michelle woke with a start, and exclaimed, "I gotta pee!"

"Shit, hun, we just passed the rest area," John replied, laughing to himself at his daughter's bold announcement, "I told you you should have gone at the station, when I did." While she had been of legal drinking age for over a year, she didn't drink beer that often and didn't properly plan for its most notable side effect.

"That's not helpful now, Daddy," an agitated Michelle replied while squirming in her seat.

'Next Rest Area - 43 Miles' read the equally unhelpful sign, which caused John to burst out laughing and Michelle to whine in frustration.

"DADDY! It's not funny," she scolded, unabashedly pressing her hands into her crotch, "unless you want me to piss all over your upholstery, you'd better think of something."

Still laughing, John surveyed the highway, which was very sparsely traveled at this time of night, and brought the car to a stop under the next overpass. "Get out and open both doors," he instructed Michelle, "which will shield you from any oncoming traffic."

The urgency of her bladder overcame any concern for her modesty, and Michelle unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. John killed the interior lights, to provide her more privacy, as she pulled her yoga pants down to her knees, and squatted facing the car, between the two open doors.

What seemed like sparse traffic was a completely different story when they were stopped, and the frequency of the oncoming cars was giving Michelle a bad case of "stage fright." John Lynch was being a gentleman, trying to keep his eyes facing forward, but he did sneak a few glances over in between his daughter's spread legs, justifying to himself that he was only checking on her well being, wondering what was taking so long.

Michelle wasn't sure if it would be from embarrassment or extreme urinary backup, but she was convinced that if she didn't pee soon, she was going to die. The loud blast of the horn of the 18-wheeler passing this familiar scene startled Michelle into action, and the pressure that had built up behind her urethra caused a large arc of urine to shoot up from her crotch, directly hitting the balled-up yoga pants that were stretched between her knees.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," Michelle exclaimed, as she was unable to cut off her stream before the white material was entirely soaked.

"What's wrong, honey?" John asked sympathetically as he looked over and saw Michelle's urgent stream still soaking her yoga pants as it splashed down to the pavement below.

"DADDY!" an almost crying Michelle admonished, causing John to snap his gaze away from his pissing daughter, "I pissed all over my yoga pants...what do I do NOW?"

Chapter 3

Popping the trunk release, John came up with the best plan he could, given the circumstances.

"There are some plastic bags in the trunk that I use in case Chico poops when I take him for runs in the park," John instructed, "you can take off your wet pants and put them in one of the bags, and we'll wash them when we get home." Adding with a laugh, "Derek will cover your privates for the rest of the trip home," referring to the long front and back tails on the authentic Yankee jersey she was wearing.

John hopped out of the car and brought one of the grocery bags to the still squatting Michelle, and mock pretended to shield his eyes as he handed it off to her. Michelle made quick work of stripping off the wet yoga pants, and wiped her legs down with a few napkins from the glove compartment, before crawling back into the car, and pulling the jersey tails down to protect her modesty.

She assumed the familiar, comfortable position, left leg tucked under her butt, and leaned against the passenger door again before falling back to sleep.

John's cock was rock hard in his pants, knowing that his sleeping daughter only was naked from the waist down, and the lights would reflect off her bare, milky white thigh each time another vehicle would pass them. Checking that she was still sleeping, he was rubbing himself over his pants, thinking how the object of his fantasies was right there within arm's reach.

Michelle shifted several times as she slept, obviously lost in a very active dream, which caused the front tail of the shirt to ride up her legs until John could see the bottom of her pussy, as it disappeared within the crack of her ass. This emboldened John, who reached over and lifted the shirt higher, exposing her full crotch to his view, including the small patch of pubic hair neatly trimmed above her clit.

John was losing all control at the sight, and now smell of the object of his desire, and he let his hand brush up and down the inside of her left thigh, which caused Michelle to shift in her sleep again, spreading her legs wider, as if to invite his fingers to explore further North.

Michelle's dream turned to the activities from the night before, and she started to get horny at the memory of rubbing herself to those intense orgasms while envisioning making love to her father. Thinking she was safely in her room, Michelle let her own hand drop to her crotch and started to rub her exposed clit, while enjoying her dream.

Seeing his daughter masturbating herself in her sleep drove John over the edge, and he shifted in his seat and pulled his steel-hard cock out of his pants, masturbating right along with her while keeping one eye on the mostly empty road.

The reflection of the headlights in the eyes of the deer standing on the shoulder of the road startled the distracted John, and he swerved the car to the left to avoid it. The sudden movement of the car woke Michelle from her dream, and she quickly looked around the car, trying to figure out where she was, as it clearly was not her bedroom.

Neither father nor daughter spoke as Michelle's eyes darted between her exposed crotch, her father's exposed cock, and his eyes, as John's focus shifted between the road and his daughter's eyes.

Michelle gained her bearings, recalled the merciless teasing she had subjected her father to throughout most of the day, and realized it was time for her to do something about it. It was obvious that he was having the same thoughts about her as she was having about him, and since both of their naughty bits were now on full display, pretending the mutual feelings didn't exist seemed pretty foolish.

Michelle finally broke the awkward silence as she put her middle finger fully in her mouth, sucked it, pulled it out slowly, and said, "I was dreaming about you, Daddy," as she returned the finger to her throbbing clit.

John nearly steered off the road at this brazen display, and his cock got even harder as Michelle pulled his hand off her thigh and placed it on her extremely hot and wet pussy. The head of John's cock turned deep purple as his fingers explored the wet folds of his daughter's cunt, as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her #2 jersey and shrugged it off her shoulders, leaving her totally naked in the moving car.

Dying to know what that sweet pussy tasted like, John reluctantly withdrew his fingers from his daughter and raised them to his lips, savoring the sweet nectar that covered his hand. Seeing an opportunity, Michelle crawled over the center console and grabbed his throbbing shaft, smearing the precum over the bulbous head with her thumb before engulfing her father's cock in her hungry, hot mouth.

John had never experienced a "roadie" before, and that, coupled with the fact that it was his daughter providing it as he sped down the New York State Thruway, made his cock grow even fatter within her talented mouth. He was never so happy about paying for the upgrade package, which provided cruise control and an adjustable steering column, as John set the speed and 65 and titled the steering wheel higher, giving his daughter more room to bob her head on his extremely grateful cock.

He reached under her kneeling body with his right hand and pulled and pinched her nipples, and she moaned around his cock to let him know how good that was making her feel. Her pussy was dripping as she slurped on her father's cock, and reached a hand back to rub her clit, which was screaming for attention.

John pulled his hand away from her breasts and reached to rub the globes of her ass, which were pushed high into the air in her kneeling position. He had to lean a little to reach her wet pussy, and dipped his middle finger deep within her, feeling the viscous nature of her natural secretions and her own fingers rubbing her clit.

Michelle pulled her mouth off his cock, and John sighed deeply, sad that something had happened to break this heavenly realization of his lifelong fantasy. However, his despair quickly changed to delight as Michelle unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his shorts, and started tugging them down his legs, along with his boxer briefs. John lifted his butt off the driver seat to assist her, and Michelle returned his cock to her hot young mouth, rubbing his aching balls with her hand.

The leaning position was not comfortable nor safe, and John heard a plaintive whine from around his cock, as he withdrew his coated finger from his daughter's pussy, and straightened his position to better focus on the road. The next noise from around his cock was a satisfied shrill, as John used her moisture to coat her tight rosebud and then slipped his middle finger into her anal cavity, finger fucking her ass as she sucked his cock.

"Albany - 10 Miles" read the sign, and John couldn't believe how close they were to home, nor how long they had been playing.

"We're almost home, Mitchie," John spoke reluctantly, using his pet name for his daughter, afraid that words would break the magic spell that has her expertly sucking his cock.

Michelle's only response was to redouble her efforts, hell-bent on swallowing her father's cum before they would have to exit the highway. Her hand was jerking the length of his shaft that wouldn't fit in her mouth, and her tongue was swirling around the large head of his circumcised cock. The car was filled with the slurping sounds of the determined daughter and the heady aroma of her overly excited pussy, as John now was bucking his hips into her mouth while continuing to finger her ass.

John felt Michelle's hand release his balls and reach down further between his legs, and his cock erupted when her finger snaked between his ass cheeks and rubbed over his tight asshole. Michelle's other hand was a blur on her clit, and she exploded in orgasm almost at the same time as the car raced past the Albany - 2 miles sign.

Trying to swallow as quickly as her father's spurting cock was filling her mouth, Michelle savored the taste of the seed that created her and darted her tongue around to catch any that was dripping down his cock. Her own juices were running down her legs, and she reached her hand to her father's mouth, letting him taste her again.

Chapter 4

John tapped the brake, which took the car out of cruise control, and he tapped the back of his daughter's head. Sensing the car slowing down, Michelle gave a few more playful licks to her father's deflating cock, then yanked his shorts back into place as he once again lifted his ass off the driver's seat to help.

Even though they had EZ Pass, and didn't need to worry about the prying eyes of a toll collector, she sat back quickly and threw her Jeter Jersey over herself, and quickly snapped her seatbelt in place. The last thing either of them needed was a compromising picture arriving in the mail with a summons, if the EZ Pass cameras picked up anything illegal going on in their vehicle.

The Lynch's lived only a few minutes away from the Thruway exit, and Michelle snuggled against her father's shoulder, as he wondered how things would unfold, after they finally arrived home.

The simple blue Toyota Camry pulled into the driveway of the raised ranch on Willow Drive and pulled into the one-car garage just before 10 pm. The entire neighborhood was quiet at this late hour in the sleepy suburb of the Capital of New York State. To the casual observer, it was just a normal father and daughter returning from a road trip to Yankee Stadium to see their favorite team take on their hated rivals, the Boston Red Sox.

However, the occupants of the consummate family sedan, pulling into the driveway of the consummate middle-class home, behaved in a way that would be described as anything but normal on the long ride home from the game.

It all started with their bodies being pressed tightly together during the 1-hour over-crowded train ride from the Stadium to where they had parked and turned physical after Michelle accidentally soaked her yoga pants while taking a roadside piss, which forced her to ride the rest of the way home bottomless, as she had gone without panties that day. By the time the midsized sedan pulled into the driveway, Michelle had a belly full of her father's cum, and John's fingers had been inside his daughter's pussy and ass.

John Lynch popped the trunk as Michelle put her arms through her Derek Jeter pinstripe jersey, covering her naked body. John went into the house first to make sure the coast was clear, in case his wife stayed up past her usual 9 pm bedtime, to welcome the pair home.

Michelle opened the trunk and was hit with the stench of stale urine as she pulled her piss-soaked yoga pants out of the car. Poking his head out of the door to the house, John gave Michelle the all-clear sign, and his half-naked daughter trotted into the house and went straight to the laundry room.

John quietly walked up to his bedroom to verify that his wife was soundly sleeping in their king-sized bed before making his way back down to the laundry room, where he found his naked 5-foot-3, 22-year-old daughter bent over the high-capacity washing machine, adding her piss soaked yoga pants and Derek Jeter jersey to the dirty laundry already in the washer. Without noticing her father entering the small laundry room, she threw in the detergent and giggled to herself about the irony as she set the machine to 'Normal' mode.

Slipping up behind his little girl and pressing himself against her rounded ass, he reached his hands up her flat stomach and cupped her B-sized breasts. John Lynch had been fantasizing about his diminutive daughter for quite some time now, and he was hoping that the episode in the car was not a one-time deal. "You were amazing in the car Mitchie," he whispered softly in her ear, using his pet name for her while his right hand traveled back down her belly and over the landing strip above her clit, "and I'd love to return the favor."

Michelle slipped out of his embrace, and put an arm over her breasts, while her other hand covered her pussy. "I don't know, Daddy," Michelle instinctively replied, "I mean, Mommy is right upstairs; what if she comes down?" Even though Michelle, too, had been lusting after her father for several years now, she was concerned about hurting her mother and didn't want to pull the family apart.

John Lynch reached out and touched his daughter's chin and lovingly lifted her head until her deep brown eyes met his. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, little girl," he patiently explained, "so you need to tell me. Is it that you don't 'want to' or that you're worried about your mother?"

Michelle could feel her nipples harden under her forearm and her pussy dampening at the surreal feeling of discussing the pros and cons of incest while standing buck-ass naked in front of her father. She wanted to lie and say it wasn't something she wanted, as she knew her father would drop it and never mention it again, rather than risking the wonderful relationship they had built over the years. However, it WAS something she wanted badly, and she knew her father could always see through her whenever she attempted to lie.

"It's Mommy," Michelle said softly, tacitly admitting to him and herself that she wanted her father as much as he wanted her.

"Oh Mitchie," John Lynch said, pulling his daughter in for a fatherly hug, "I hope you know I'd never do anything to hurt mommy either."

"But the fact that we're related aside," Michelle queried her father, her head still buried in his chest, "wouldn't you be cheating on mom, making me the 'other woman?'"

John put his hands on his daughter's shoulders and broke their embrace so he could again look into her eyes. "Let me ask you a question, Mitchie, and please give me an honest answer."

Michelle just looked up at her father and nodded affirmatively.

"I know the walls in the house are thin...can you hear your mother and me having sex at night?"

The blush on Michelle's face should have been enough of an answer, but her father just held her gaze until she vocalized an answer.

"Yes, Daddy," came her soft reply.

"And does your mother sound like she's enjoying herself?"

A deeper blush accompanied another "Yes" from Michelle.

"And do you think I would do anything to jeopardize that?"

"No," came another soft reply.

"So I'll ask you again: would you like me to return the favor?"

Michelle just looked up into her father's twinkly eyes. While his explanation never mentioned why this wouldn't affect her mother, it made sense to her, and gave her enough justification to allow herself to act on what her body was screaming for her to do. Without verbalizing an answer, Michelle just lifter herself on her tippy toes and placed a lingering kiss on her father's lips.

The erection quickly returned to tent out John's khaki again as he kissed his daughter passionately and let his hands drop down to fondle her firm ass cheeks. Michelle opened her mouth to accept her father's probing tongue as he effortlessly lifted her small frame up onto the running washing machine without ever breaking their kiss.

John pushed Michelle's feet up to the washer and returned his hand to her clit, finding it hard and well-lubricated with her natural juices. The motion and vibrations of the washing machine were sending tingles through Michelle's body as her father's fingers explored her dripping pussy.

Breaking their kiss, John pushed his fingers into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices as he lowered his head in between his daughter's legs. Michelle sucked on her father's index and middle finger as expertly as she had sucked his cock on their ride home from New York City, as her father's tongue delved deeply into the recesses of her moist folds. The thumb of his other hand strummed her aching clit, and he smiled into his daughter's cunt as he felt her orgasm overtake her small body, and she creamed all over his face.

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